I. TOM TIT TOT II. THE THREE SILLIES III. THE ROSE-TREE IV. THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG V. HOW JACK WENT TO SEEK HIS FORTUNE VI. MR. VINEGAR VII. NIX NOUGHT NOTHING VIII. JACK HANNAFORD IX. BINNORIE X. MOUSE AND MOUSER XI. CAP O' RUSHES XII. TEENY-TINY XIII. JACK AND THE BEANSTALK XIV. THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS XV. THE MASTER AND HIS PUPIL XVI. TITTY MOUSE AND TATTY MOUSE XVII. JACK AND HIS GOLDEN SNUFF-BOX XVIII. THE STORY OF THE THREE BEARS XIX. JACK THE GIANT-KILLER XX. HENNY-PENNY XXI. CHILDE ROWLAND XXII. MOLLY WHUPPIE XXIII. THE RED ETTIN XXIV. THE GOLDEN ARM XXV. THE HISTORY OF TOM THUMB XXVI. MR. FOX XXVII. LAZY JACK XXVIII. JOHNNY-CAKE XXIX. EARL MAR'S DAUGHTER XXX. MR. MIACCA XXXI. WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT XXXII. THE STRANGE VISITOR XXXIII. THE LAIDLY WORM OF SPINDLESTON HEUGH XXXIV. THE CAT AND THE MOUSE. XXXV. THE FISH AND THE RING. XXXVI. THE MAGPIE'S NEST XXXVII. KATE CRACKERNUTS XXXVIII. THE CAULD LAD OF HILTON XXXIX. THE ASS, THE TABLE, AND THE STICK XL. FAIRY OINTMENT XLI. THE WELL OF THE WORLD'S END. XLII. MASTER OF ALL MASTERS. XLIII. THE THREE HEADS OF THE WELL NOTES AND REFERENCES TOM TIT TOT Once upon a time there was a woman, and she baked five pies. And when they came out of the oven, they were that overbaked the crusts were too hard to eat. So she says to her daughter: “Darter,” says she, “put you them there pies on the shelf, and leave 'em there a little, and they'll come again.”--She meant, you know, the crust would get soft. But the girl, she says to herself: “Well, if they'll come again, I'll eat 'em now.” And she set to work and ate 'em all, first and last. Well, come supper-time the woman said: “Go you, and get one o' them there pies. I dare say they've come again now.” The girl went and she looked, and there was nothing but the dishes. So back she came and says she: “Noo, they ain't come again.” “Not one of 'em?” says the mother. “Not one of 'em,” says she. “Well, come again, or not come again,” said the woman “I'll have one for supper.” “But you can't, if they ain't come,” said the girl. “But I can,” says she. “Go you, and bring the best of 'em.” “Best or worst,” says the girl, “I've ate 'em all, and you can't have one till that's come again.” Well, the woman she was done, and she took her spinning to the door to spin, and as she span she sang: “My darter ha' ate five, five pies to-day. My darter ha' ate five, five pies to-day.” The king was coming down the street, and he heard her sing, but what she sang he couldn't hear, so he stopped and said: “What was that you were singing, my good woman?” The woman was ashamed to let him hear what her daughter had been doing, so she sang, instead of that: “My darter ha' spun five, five skeins to-day. My darter ha' spun five, five skeins to-day.” “Stars o' mine!” said the king, “I never heard tell of any one that could do that.”